The Reckoners have learned that getting too heavy-handed can actually hurt their cause. If an abomination is too blatant in its actions, it produces far less fear in the long run than one that slowly whittles down its victims one at a time, with the survivors never knowing when it will strike next. If it goes on a rampage down Main Street, it quickly becomes a target for Tommy guns and shotguns.
An area's Fear Level, which is a measure of how scared the local population is, is reflected in its surroundings. This, in turn, inflicts a penalty to all Fear checks characters have to make equal to the area's Fear Level. Unless otherwise noted, assume locations found in a particular area share the same Fear Level. Even within specific regions it's possible for Fear Levels to vary a great deal.
Fear Level 0:
This is a happy place where people live in bright little communities complete with wood-frame houses and white picket fences. The sky is blue, the trees are green, and no one's afraid to go out after dark.
Fear Level 1:
Some people openly believe that monsters and such exist, but most deny it when asked. The sky is still blue, but it sure feels like a good idea to have a friend, a gun, or both if you go for a walk after dark.
Fear Level 2:
Kids and adults alike steer clear of the old "haunted" plantation, and if a ball rolls into a storm drain, just let it go, friend. While there's no discernible change to the geography, the shadows are a little longer and a little darker--especially near the stranger places. You're not activating your life insurance policy if you go out alone most nights, but you're definitely raising your rates.
Fear Level 3:
At this point, things take a turn for the worse. Some poor sap goes missing every now and then and rumors of ghosts or strange creatures lurking in the bayou are fairly common. Nobody really talks about it, but normal folks don't travel these areas without friends or a damn good reason. Thanks to both the Reckoners' efforts and the soul-crushing effect of the Depression, this is the Fear Level in most places right now.
Fear Level 4:
There are more disappearances, and when a body is found, its often one piece at a time. The land itself starts to mirror the Fear Level. The very windows on buildings seem to watch you and strange sounds echo menacingly from dark alleys. The static on the radio occasionally seems to whisper your name.
Fear Level 5:
Only the most stubborn--or those with something to hide themselves--doubt there's something wrong at this level. Most everyone's frightened and many openly admit to seeing things they can't quite explain. Weeds choke out flowers, and dark clouds seem to constantly chase the sun in an effort to blot it out. Don't venture out at night without a gang of Roscoe-packing pallies.
Fear Level 6 (Deadland):
It gets no worse than this. Nothing describes this except the word "nightmare". Abominations run rampant, abandoned buildings look like skulls, and the shadows in the alleyways are definitely following you. Those voices on the radio that whisper your name do so in the voice of a dead friend. Any schmuck foolish enough to go out after dark is rarely seen again.